pity party ▲ 6 & jb
“I’ll kill every last one of them.”
AMUSEMENT IS QUICK to wash over her, dancing orbs peering down from the open second floor windowsill in which the blonde sat perched upon and watched the parade of clowns encircle the male and beat the ever loving snot out of him.
all over something a little less than a bagful of elvan currency.
well, the slums of elv was known for the RAMPANT amount of criminals, not their brains.
“THAT’S A BIT excessive isn’t it?” she calls out with a bit of a laugh, legs swinging back and forth before she decidedly slips off the edge, knees bending to take the pressure off when she lands as she stumbles forward slightly and catches herself—
and fully eyes the damage inflicted on the SEETHING stranger before her.
( it was even funnier up close. )
“IT’S NOT LIKE you were castrated.” six whispers the word, scandalous & gleefully at that, head tilting as she regarded the bloodied male, a coy grin flittering onto dainty features. “still a HANDSOME face when it comes down to it—“ she nods once or thrice to herself, hand slipping into her back pocket to offer up a pristine handkerchief to the taller.
“your nose is bleeding, handsome.”